Ok, rehearsal. we're basically rehearsing one day a week, just to get things together and we're shooting all weekend. This isn't Hamlet, which isn't an insult to the script...it just means that Penny and I, two Midwestern twenty-somethings, don't need much character work to play two Midwestern twenty-somethings. Mostly, we're working on timing and getting the lines down and basing the characters mostly on ourselves. Manny made a good point the other day that the person Gal eventually becomes (a relaxed version of herself that is bonded to Guy) is just like Penny, while the nervously smarmy guy calms down into someone who is thoughtful and jocular like me. Type-casting works.
After rehearsing, we work on wardrobe. Manny has said directly and indirectly that Guy is based on him, but the clothes make the man...or in this case are the evidence of that statement. 75% of the clothes I wear in this thing are mine, but there are some decidedly "Mannyish" items in there. For the final scene, he's got me in this black-sleeveless T with a black western embroidered button-up and tight dark jeans. That's a lot of black. I felt like I was going to a Rockabilly funeral. I looked like Jackson Browne died. Or is that "country rock"? Whatever; the comparison stands.
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